Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.